Page 55 of Graves & Griggs
It was the only time in our lives that Zayden and I felt truly helpless. Zay was ready to tie her to the bed for fear that she would hurt herself when we weren’t looking. The place she was in was so dark even we couldn’t find her. We’ve never been oneswho couldn’t tolerate the pitch-blackness this world has to offer, but Blake… she’s been through so much already, and then to go through that. I really thought we were going to lose her. So if the sacrifice is no more kids in exchange for a happy, healthy Blake, it’s one we can easily bear.
I know that the others don’t share as much with their wife as we do with ours, but even Skyla knows that something big is happening tomorrow. It’s the day before Christmas Eve, and as much as we don’t want to leave, we know we have no choice.
We’ve tracked the last two Horsemen, Desmond and his brother, Dennis, to the same house—Desmond’s winter home in the Rocky Mountains. They’re rarely together, so we may never get a chance like this again, and we have to take it before they counterattack.
So, despite the teary eyes of all the kids, we have to leave. The plane is ready and waiting, and we have a plan, a damn good one if I can give any credit to Griggs. It’s low risk to us, effective and clean.
“Can I talk to you two? Before you go?” Blake says as she looks between Zayden and I.
We both nod and slowly follow her up the stairs. She steps into the bedroom, then shuts the door behind us and locks it. We wait for her to speak, but instead, she just stares at the door in front of her, like she’s building up the courage for something.
When she turns to face us, her strong façade has fallen, and fear has stolen over her features.
“I’m scared,” she admits.
“Of what, angel?” Zayden asks, his head titled to one side.
“Of this day, this night. What if one of you doesn’t come back? What if both of you don’t? I’ve never been scared of that before, but seeing Skyla’s fear with Wesley being shot—it reminded me that you two aren’t superhuman, you can get hurt, you do get hurt and… I’m so scared,” she says, a tear dripping down her cheek.
Zayden is the first to rush to her, cupping both of her cheeks as he kisses away her tears. “You have nothing to fear. This will be the easiest mission we’ve executed in so long. We won’t even be within firing range.”
“How?” she asks with a frown.
“Griggs found old inspections that suspected a natural gas leak in the house they’re staying in. All we need to do is widen that leak a bit, let off some spark and?—”
“Boom,” Zayden interrupts me.
“Sounds like you’ll be within shooting range. You have to break into the fucking house.”
Zayden rolls his eyes like it’s child’s play, which for us, it is.
“Angel, it’s going to be fine.Weare going to be fine.”
“Promise me,” she says as her eyes come to me. “Both of you promise me that everything will be fine, that you’ll both come back to me in one piece. Promise me everything and more will be okay.”
Zayden shares an uneasy glance with me. We don’t often promise things, if ever. There’s always the slight risk of disappointment, and if for some reason we broke our promise, we’d never be able to forgive ourselves. It’s a risk we’ll have to take, though, because she needs this from us.
“We promise,” we both echo.
She nods shakily, blowing out a breath before she looks to Zayden and presses her lips to his. He practically jumps at the chance, his hands moving everywhere before he’s lifting her into his arms, carrying her to the bed. I watch them for a few moments as clothes are shed and moans start filling the space.
My cock hardens, and I reach inside my pants, pulling it out, then dragging my hand up and down its length. Fuck, I love seeing her this way. I’ve always had a thing for voyeurism, but with Blake… sometimes I enjoy watching her get off more than actually having sex with her. It’s exciting, it feels forbidden, and I come so fucking hard every time.
I work my cock in a steady rhythm as I watch Blake slowly sit on Zayden. They both let out pleasure-filled groans as she begins grinding on him, then she beckons me with a crook of her finger. I go because how could I not? How could I not go anywhere this goddess asked? I’d kneel before her from sunup to sundown if she so wished it.
I stand at the edge of the bed, and she reaches for me, but I stand just out of reach, shaking my head. She huffs in frustration, but excitement flares in her eyes. She enjoys putting on a show for me just as much as I love seeing it.
“Please, Dom. Please,” she begs.
Something in her tone has me wavering, abandoning my voyeurism in this moment. The need in her voice is visceral, and I crawl onto the bed beside her.
“Where do you want me, babygirl?”
“Inside me, together,” she moans as she continues riding Zayden’s cock.
I reach for the side drawer and pull out a bottle of lube. I rub it against her asshole, then push a finger inside first.
She groans. “Yessss.”
